Dadaist Kerry/Rather fiction roundup
"Which is?" Terry McAuliffe sniveled.
"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO PRETEND YOU DON'T KNOW?!?" He charged up and slammed his fists on her desk like an angry parent. She flew back out of her chair and landed on the cold tile floor, her prim black skirt riding up over her milky white thighs and her gray silk blouse ripping open to reveal deep, lightly freckled cleavage.